Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Hm. Just got home. Time to work on the Water Kingdom. Might be able to post it tmr.
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Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
You are so brave!
Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Like at least, this how it works in my roleplay. If someone has a problem with what you write or something then Im sure theyd tell you. If I did, you know Id tell you. I cant speak for everyone or every roleplay but at least, while Im im charge , you can post with confidencr and if you fuck up somewhere fpr some reason. Believe me, Ill let you know.
You jist gotta be aware thay Im telling you fucked up and not telling you that you fucking suck and cant write, go kys or something. People take shit way too far sometimes I swear
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
..... Pardon?
Also:
Meh, I'm always so hesitant to post, so I say that you've got the courage to write, man.
Also, I love that last picture. Gave a villainous twist to your cute household cat.
Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Writing is something that comes naturally to me. Its just a matter of when I have the urge to write.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
I know! I'm scrambling to make a post right now, shadow.
Ah, while I on the other hand am an amateur. I must summon the will to write first before posting.
Wandering Grim Hollow
I want to be happy but my gun says no.
Practice makes perfect frendo.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
Oh my god, I love my post. I just had to stop writing so I could enjoy reading it.
Here's a sample!
Walter never liked the Prancing Squid, he often fancied it as the devil's playground where all the evils of the world ran wild. Both man and ork shit and pissed and bled on the floor as they threw bottles of beer to the wall. Elves and vampires and humans who were once conceived to be mortal enemies were quickly reduced to hopeless flirts trying to score a date or two and probably get themselves laid in the foreseeable future. Brawls between strangers were common, the cause of which was too much alcohol and too little common sense. All this was happening as a blind musician was singing and playing medieval rock music with his magical instruments.
That wasn't all. Occasionally, some rude customer would fart at Walter's general direction, and he had to restrain himself from rising up and knocking the lights out of those rascals. Then people would talk and laugh too loud and they would bang their naked fists on the tables as they made bawdy jokes about their sex lives. More ill-mannered peasants were discovered to pick their nose, pick their ears, and then proceed to pick their nails much to Walter's apparent disgust. And when those smug bastards were not content with that, they scratched their balls and their ass too.
"My Lord, it seems like we have entered into the mouth of hell itself. Every man here does not hesitate to break his own integrity, and they do so without a second thought. I swear that some day their own iniquity will be their undoing. I prophesy that an angry righteous god will come here and destroy all that is evil." All this was said by none other than Sir Silvester, a poor young knight who swore to fight under Walter's command. He was the sort of fellow that was dogmatic to the extreme, but he did every thing under the best of intentions. One can only hope that such a man who wanted so much good for the world would never have to end up destroying the world he loved.
"Ehhh, calm down ya lil' shithead. Not everyone's a goodie-lil'-two-shoes. And listen to yerself, mate, its like ye can't wait for the end of the world. Yer just a man that needs some beer so ye can open up a lil'. Maybe a lass or two oughta loosen ya up." And this was said by Tekoa the Swifthanded, a middle-aged soldier who had a great love for worldly pleasures. The man liked to live in the moment without regard for the future, and this has caused him to make several grievous mistakes that he had come to regret for the rest of his life. Nevertheless, Tekoa was giving out advice that was worth listening to, and he sincerely hoped that Silvester would be a good sport and accept his counsel.
"Beer is for sinners." And with that, Sir Silvester got up and left in a huff.
Tekoa was stunned to silence. He wondered what he had done to deserve this cold rejection of his wisdom.
"And sex is overrated!" said the young knight
Here's a sample!
Lord Walter the Bastard
The Fire Kingdom
The Fire Kingdom
Walter never liked the Prancing Squid, he often fancied it as the devil's playground where all the evils of the world ran wild. Both man and ork shit and pissed and bled on the floor as they threw bottles of beer to the wall. Elves and vampires and humans who were once conceived to be mortal enemies were quickly reduced to hopeless flirts trying to score a date or two and probably get themselves laid in the foreseeable future. Brawls between strangers were common, the cause of which was too much alcohol and too little common sense. All this was happening as a blind musician was singing and playing medieval rock music with his magical instruments.
That wasn't all. Occasionally, some rude customer would fart at Walter's general direction, and he had to restrain himself from rising up and knocking the lights out of those rascals. Then people would talk and laugh too loud and they would bang their naked fists on the tables as they made bawdy jokes about their sex lives. More ill-mannered peasants were discovered to pick their nose, pick their ears, and then proceed to pick their nails much to Walter's apparent disgust. And when those smug bastards were not content with that, they scratched their balls and their ass too.
"My Lord, it seems like we have entered into the mouth of hell itself. Every man here does not hesitate to break his own integrity, and they do so without a second thought. I swear that some day their own iniquity will be their undoing. I prophesy that an angry righteous god will come here and destroy all that is evil." All this was said by none other than Sir Silvester, a poor young knight who swore to fight under Walter's command. He was the sort of fellow that was dogmatic to the extreme, but he did every thing under the best of intentions. One can only hope that such a man who wanted so much good for the world would never have to end up destroying the world he loved.
"Ehhh, calm down ya lil' shithead. Not everyone's a goodie-lil'-two-shoes. And listen to yerself, mate, its like ye can't wait for the end of the world. Yer just a man that needs some beer so ye can open up a lil'. Maybe a lass or two oughta loosen ya up." And this was said by Tekoa the Swifthanded, a middle-aged soldier who had a great love for worldly pleasures. The man liked to live in the moment without regard for the future, and this has caused him to make several grievous mistakes that he had come to regret for the rest of his life. Nevertheless, Tekoa was giving out advice that was worth listening to, and he sincerely hoped that Silvester would be a good sport and accept his counsel.
"Beer is for sinners." And with that, Sir Silvester got up and left in a huff.
Tekoa was stunned to silence. He wondered what he had done to deserve this cold rejection of his wisdom.
"And sex is overrated!" said the young knight
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
I get the feeling that Pia would really like him. xD I don't know why... and she wouldn't care if he burned dogs alive. lmao
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
I was going to have Pia hassle him in the throne room but he didn't seem to be around and I didn't want it to be weird. xD
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
Good call. Hes gonr again
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
Baaaah.
shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
You good?
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
o.O yeah... why wouldn't I be? xD
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
Three hours. Post is far from complete. But I am enjoying it so far. It's just that the last part of my post is tricky and I have to collect my thoughts first.
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
Hahaha... I was about to work on mine *coughthatI'vebeenworkingonfortwodayscough* and I read a paragraph that I was going to take out but I like it and so then I was just like what do?
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
You can take a paragraph of mine to suit your needs then. Modify it to your liking.
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
That would be... strange. lmao no, I just have to get rid of the paragraph so I don't read it again and have a brain fart.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
Then liberate yourself of this pest and preserve what is left of your sanity.
(What the fuck, ever since when did I start talking like this?)
Roleplay Skittle
Eternally Awkward
That's like preserving the last drop of water in an empty bucket. xD
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
It is better to have a little good in you than to have no good at all.
(I did it again. Did you guys just fucking see that?)
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Need any help with your writing, Heisenberg?
Elephantom
Chicken Broth Paragon
Zen words.
Historical Storyteller
Four Thousand Club
Yes, what do you make of this post of mine, Eleph?
I plan to make a riveting post rich with human emotions, but even I, its creator, cannot fully comprehend the art I have made with my own hand. It is up to another expert to pick up where I have left and discover what surprises lay in store for him.
Here is my current post:
Lord Walter the Bastard
The Fire Kingdom
The Fire Kingdom
Walter never liked the Prancing Squid, he often fancied it as the devil's playground where all the evils of the world ran wild. Both man and ork shit and pissed and bled on the floor as they threw bottles of beer to the wall. Elves and vampires and humans who were once conceived to be mortal enemies were quickly reduced to hopeless romantics trying to get themselves laid. Brawls between strangers were common, the cause of which was too much alcohol and too little common sense. All this was happening as a blind musician was singing and playing medieval rock music with his magical instruments.
That wasn't all. Occasionally, some rude customer would fart at Walter's general direction, and he had to restrain himself from rising up and knocking the daylights out of those rascals. Then people would talk and laugh too loud and they would slam their naked fists on the tables as they made bawdy jokes about their sex lives. More ill-mannered peasants were discovered to pick their nose, pick their ears, and then proceed to pick their nails much to Walter's apparent disgust. And when those smug bastards were not content with that, they scratched their balls and their ass too.
"My Lord, it seems like we have entered into the mouth of hell itself. Every man here does not hesitate to break his own integrity, and they do so without a second thought. I swear that some day their own iniquity will be their undoing. I prophesy that an angry righteous god will come here and destroy all that is evil." All this was said by none other than Sir Silvester, a poor young knight who swore to fight under Walter's command. He was the sort of fellow that was dogmatic to the extreme, but he did every thing under the best of intentions. One can only hope that such a man who wanted so much good for the world would never have to end up destroying the world he loved.
"Ehhh, calm down ya lil' shithead. Not everyone's a goodie-lil'-two-shoes. And listen to yerself, mate, its like ye can't wait for the end of the world. Yer just a man that needs some beer so ye can open up a lil'. Maybe a lass or two oughta loosen ya up." And this was said by Tekoa the Swifthanded, a middle-aged soldier who had a great love for worldly pleasures. The man liked to live in the moment without regard for the future, and this has caused him to make several grievous mistakes that he had come to regret for the rest of his life. Nevertheless, Tekoa was giving out advice that was worth listening to, and he sincerely hoped that Silvester would be a good sport and accept his counsel.
"Beer is for sinners." And with that, Sir Silvester got up and left in a huff.
Tekoa was stunned to silence. He wondered what he had done to deserve this cold rejection of his wisdom. Perhaps, he thought, he had not considered the fact that Silvester was a self-righteous hardass. Educating these fellows to the ways to the world was as hard as trying to teach fish poetry. Their minds and hearts seemed to be made of stone that could only be broken by supernatural effort. And Tekoa did not possess any divine attributes that could aid him in persuading Silvester to calm the fuck down. He was merely a man who loved war, women and wine.
"And sex is overrated!" said Sir Silvester. And just as he was about to depart the Prancing Squid for good, a mysterious giant stepped in and Silvester's face smacked the giant's chest. It took a few moments for the young knight to recover, but once he got his bearings he politely apologized to this stranger who he had handled with such discourtesy. But upon looking up and seeing the giant's face with his own eyes, Silvester's face turned pale and he used all the remaining willpower he still had with him to keep from shitting himself in sheer terror.
"Holy shit! Its an elf... no wait... you've got no knife ears. I got it... you're a vampire! No, you're not that pale... Aha! I know what you are. You're a demon!" Silvester pointed at the demon with his outstretched index finger for all the world to see, as if he had just
"Took you long enough to figure that out, human." said the demon, he was wearing finely dressed clothes, the likes of which had too many fancy decorations and shiny objects.
"Don't eat me!" said Silvester while he was silently praying to god to save him by striking this demon down with lightning from heaven.
"Don't worry, I don't eat pieces of shit." replied the demon, who then proceeded to casually stride towards the other end of the bar to order a drink.
"Ohhh, Silvester, you just got burned." said Coburn the Fireswisher, the vain and cunning battlecaster who fought with a flaming sword. As was typical with hotshots like him, he drank the most scorching beverage this bar had to offer just to satisfy his own ego.
More people came to insult Silvester, but Walter was awfully silent.
This show of cowardice made Walter disappointed, who expected Silvester to be more of a man than that.
"Silvester, come here, now.
Walter was so angry and sad at the same time, but he could not show these feelings to everyone else. He
"You have shamed me because of your cowardice. You have shamed all the North of your cowardice.
I do not need a coward to fight by my side. I need a knight.
I shall strip you of your title which you have worked for 14 years and I shall strip you of your pay.
"My Lord, please..." Every word was like a knife stabbing Silvester in the heart and it was tearing his soul to pieces.
"YOU WILL NOT BEG, you will accept your fate and live with it or I will kill you with the sword that your father made.
"Is this all necessary?"
By now, everybody in the bar was paying attention to Walter and Silvester. And even the demon who called Silvester a piece of shit was feeling sorry for Silvester.
"All of this is necessary if you are a man of the North. We are not supposed to be afraid of death, for death is merely a gate into the afterlife.
The North demands that all men be strong, not having just a strong body but a strong character as well. We do not settle for less. The North is not a place for a man of weak character.
You think I enjoy doing this? Taking the things that meant everything to you? I remember saving your life I just want to know why you broke all our hearts today. Just what... what did I do wrong?
Hartmann couldn't understand what was going on, he was from the South and he didn't understand why Northerners had to be so damned dramatic. They liked to think they were tough and all, but they didn't want to admit that they were just sensitive, it was just that they were so strong about it. A few hurt feelings and broken hearts was enough to destroy the entire world with these mongrels,
Silvester tries to kill himself, but Silvester manages to stab himself to death.
Walter
"It hurts so much... Walter... Why did you hurt me so much?"
"I'm... so sorry, Silvester. I never meant for this to happen."
"God, what have I done? Please, don't let it end this way.
A drama rich with human emotions
Walter's true strength as an individual was how he could break people and rebuild them. But in this case, he fucking BROKE Silvester forever.
He could be so overwhelmingly cruel in one moment and overwhelmingly compassionate in another.
"You... are... Grim... gutz... right?" said Gholam, a man who could only talk in one syllable at a time.
There is no god, we killed him a long time ago. There is no devil in this world but us.
"Why do the Northerners need to be strong?"
"It's because we have to avenge the gods we loved thousands of years ago. But in the end, I just realized, that we're just killing ourselves. Why do we kill ourselves for love?"
